Elara sat at a windowsill, looking out into the world with a pout on her face.
"Well, that didn't last for long. How boring."
After a while, the childishness on her face seemed to fade away, replaced by a contemplative, mature look that belied her age by what felt like decades.
Staring out into the new constructions of Castle Main going up, she wondered if she should skip school again. It was all so very boring.
Reaching out a finger, she drew with a well-polished and manicured nail on the window. Runes followed the arc of her motion, lining the glass as though she were cutting a hole right through it.
Life fluttered from it, but just as she was about to complete the circle, she stopped, shaking her head.
She really didn't want to compete with her brother, but sometimes she wondered which of them really was better.
As far as she was concerned, though… Sylas was a little soft. He had a fluffier, smoother part of himself that she didn't have.
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[A Legend has sensed you]
